Today on the way to work I spotted two people that would have made great subjects for a photo. Being on the underground at the time didn’t help. As I’ve come close to being arrested for trying to take a self portrait in a tube station I knew taking photos of others would likely turn into a headache I could do without.  People with compact cameras and phones do it all the time. Use a dSLR and you’re a major threat, a terrorist not a photographer. Totally bonkers but it’s their rules.

The first was a gentleman, probably in his mid to late 50’s, with a shaved head. He was wearing a very smart suit and had a face that made words like “Director, Power, Respect” spring to mind. His was a face made for movies.  I pictured a black and white shot with him sat in a single seater sofa chair, holding a drink in a shot glass on the arm of the chair, silver watch and his eyes catching the light. The sort of shot that’s been done a million times by others, often to advertise watches. But not by me yet. He caught me looking in his direction a couple of times and suddenly looked very self concious. On getting off the train at Westminster I realised why that might be, he’d only just gone from having some hair to his new look, having a large light patch of skin at the back of his head that hadn’t been tanned by the sun. Should I see him again I’ll make an effort to say hello and tell him his new look is a perfect fit.

The next man was the exact opposite. In his early twenties I’d guess. A total Cyberpunk from head to toe. Platform boots, black and blue raster hair, bandanna, shades, big silver rings, wrist bands, etc.  The two men made me think how some people like to express themselves visually, and that I wanted to start my Strangers photography again.

Lunch time was the same, spotting more people that I would like to have shot.

On the way home in the evening at Victoria train station, I spotted Lily and Jemma sat on the ground by the Oyster/Travel ticket shop.  I said my hellos and asked if I could take a shot. Something about their body language had told me I might get a yes, thankfully I wasn’t wrong.  I took Lily’s photo first, asking her to turn her head towards an object in the distance and look back at me with her eyes. It was likely the first time she’d had anyone try and give her direction like that as she’d turn back to look at me with a big smile, wondering when I was going to take the photo. A couple of shots later and the penny had dropped.  It’s good practice for me, making my thoughts clearer and understood.  Jemma, having seen Lily go through it moments before had an idea of the type of shot I was after.

Thanks ladies, I hope the rest of Friday the 13th turned out all right for you too!